Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
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My older sister Dasha came home from the book club today a little later than usual and immediately started right off the bat - the school sent the results of the unified testing. I clearly heard her clicking her heels and calling me in an iron tone, first at the door to Christina's and my room, and then proceeded straight to the kitchen, apparently having caught some sounds from there.
Dasha was almost ten years older than Nick and me and served in our family as a mother, who ran away immediately after the birth of our youngest daughter, Kristinka. Due to daddy's gentle nature, it was Dasha who raised Kristya and me, scolded us for bad grades and shamed us in every possible way if we didn't obey.
- Alice! - she exclaimed loudly, appearing at the door. Dad was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper and drinking cold soda. I was also going to take a sip of the clear, refreshing drink, but I wanted to take a sip of something else first. Daddy was completely naked, but I was in stockings, panties and a T-shirt. In fact, I put them on in order to then erotically take them off when my father cums in my mouth and I, lifting up my T-shirt, smear his sperm all over my tits. He liked it better this way. However, now, because of the June heat, dad might agree if I offer to give him a good mouthful while completely naked. I need to ask next time, otherwise I already have a reflex - if dad is in the kitchen with an erection, then without thinking, I take a special set of underwear from the hanger and dive under the table.
And it's been like this for a month, ever since my little sister Kristina celebrated her eighteenth birthday. Nikita and I, my twin brother, were born ten months earlier and, accordingly, gained access to our family secret last year, when we became adults, and Dasha had been doing this with her father for more than nine years. But Christina remained in the dark the longest. I must say that these were both delightfully pleasant and painful ten months - on the one hand, I got a lot of pleasure from blowjobs and cunnilingus, and it was fun to deceive my unsuspecting little sister, on the other hand, I did this exclusively at night, or when Kristinka I went to school and it was very stressful.
Dad and Dasha immediately explained to Nikitos and me that incest is disgusting mainly because of the increased chance of having children with mutations, and there is nothing terrible about it if you engage exclusively in oral sex. On the very first night I got my first orgasm, and not during cunnilingus, but when I myself performed fellatio on my own father. It was unbearably pleasant to feel how my dad's penis, like a hot, tender animal, was caressing my tongue, trying to penetrate deeper, how it trembled and pulsated at the moment of eruption and how his sperm then flowed into my neck... He finished my mouth full, I I sat there for a few seconds, puffing out my cheeks, not knowing what to do. Then Dasha simply said "Swallow" and patted me on the head. I'll probably tell you more about my first experience another time.
And from that moment on, my world was filled with new bright colors, which periodically exploded with fireworks when dad or Nikita erupted on my cheek, on my tongue or down my neck. Most of all, I fell in love with deep blowjob - there is nothing more pleasant than fluttering on a penis, feeling how it squeezes the throat and there is no way to even breathe. But neither dad nor Nikita considered this method the main one, although they knew that I liked it. "A little of the good stuff," dad said with a sly smile, once again stretching my cheek with his trembling penis. And I just hummed and nodded, gratefully swallowing his sticky, fragrant sperm.
A month ago, after Christina's dedication, things became even more interesting. Firstly, we stopped hiding, and secondly, Chris turned out to have very tender lips, a nimble tongue and a pretty pussy. I suddenly discovered that lesbian caresses can bring almost the same pleasure as a blowjob, no, it was good with Dasha too, but she was very experienced in this matter and preferred to give rather than receive. With Chris it was completely different - she perceived all types of oral love so keenly and freshly that she and I could come without even touching each other in intimate places, there was enough kissing and pawing at the tits if the moment was right.
And finally, thirdly, and this was the most remarkable thing, something that I have not seen in any porn video, nor in any hentai - dad decided to hold a vote for installing cameras throughout the apartment. He planned to put three dozen of them and launch a whole website that would broadcast it all live and, moreover, he had already contacted the Japanese businessman Motsumoto, who was going to pay for it all if the vote was successful.
Christina, Dasha and I voted in favor without hesitation, but Nikita suddenly doubted it, for his sake dad set up a block across the country, that is, none of his closest friends could access the site broadcasting our pleasures, at least without using third-party programs. Only then did Nikita agree, although he insisted that there should be several dead zones in the apartment that were not recorded by any camera. However, the most blowjob spots were still shot right through - tables, beds, chairs, carpets and even the balcony.
The Japanese businessman, in fact, was our main patron of the arts at the beginning, he knew English well, and there were almost no problems with communication, since Dasha was studying to become an English literature teacher. But after a couple of weeks there were dozens, if not hundreds of spectators. They mostly wrote in the chat in hieroglyphs, and so that viewers could contact us and give us tasks, Mr. Motsumoto decided to send us a translator. The translator turned out to be a very young Japanese named (or surname, we still didn't understand) Kashiwazaki, who had barely graduated from university. He knew his business well, he could literally translate on the go, but a much more important factor was his willingness to participate in, so to speak, our family life. We didn't understand this right away, and it took about a week to "seduce" the translator. Perhaps some other time I will tell you this in detail.
The translator came every day, usually in the evening, but sometimes he was with us from the very morning and even stayed overnight if his additional hours were paid for by Japanese viewers. Kashiwazaki, or Kasya, as we sometimes affectionately called him, brought balance to our family; if without him we had three girls and two boys, then with him there were exactly three opposite-sex couples who changed partners all the time.
But Kasya had already been on vacation for four days. It turned out that the young man had not been at home in Japan for more than five years, and after his first salary, he begged his dad for a week's rest. It must be said that without a translator we could not understand what most of the viewers were writing in the chat; the machine translator did not even come close to understanding Japanese sexual terminology and slang words, so without Kasi it became a little difficult for us. However, we already knew what the Japanese needed in general and were diligently shy on camera, stuck out our tongues and with a kawaii smile showed two fingers - a sign of victory - to the camera, after dad or Nick covered our faces with their thick sperm.
And now at least three cameras were filming me in the process of having oral sex. I diligently pushed myself into my mouth, moaning and gurgling, realizing from the pulsation of my penis and the raising of my father's balls that the finish was near. But Dasha was very much in the mood for a serious conversation.
- Alice! - she said menacingly again.
- Ummmphmgh! - I answered, driving daddy into a frenzy. He rose up in his chair, grabbed me by the hair and began to fuck me sweepingly, so much so that his wrinkled scrotum slapped against my chin every time his dick completely disappeared in my mouth. I felt, as always in such cases, how all my muscles tensed and somewhere in the depths of my soul those same "butterflies in the stomach" were born - an unclear, acute excitement, which caused a sweet languor and tenderness throughout my body. The only thing I regretted was that dad didn't immediately take me by the hair and fuck me in my mouth this time, but first devoted a few minutes to a traditional blowjob, in which he was the passive party.
- Alice, we need to talk seriously! - Did I hear it, or did Dasha click her heel? At that moment dad came. I frantically sucked in my dad's juice, trying not to let out a drop. Then I remembered that I didn't need to swallow yet - after all, I still needed to spread the viscous hot milk over my tits. And Dasha is unlikely to refuse kisses with sperm. Having come to my senses, I pulled myself off my penis with a squeaking sound and crawled out from under the table, causing a wave of beeps from the laptop that stood on the shelf next to me.
Dasha's annoyed, angry face made me giggle, as a result of which I almost splashed sperm. But, as I expected, she did not refuse the kiss. My tongue penetrated my older sister's mouth, and my palms ended up on Dasha's tits, barely hidden by a short, tight top. Dad's sperm migrated in a clump into Dasha's mouth, from where she released it onto my previously exposed tits. And then I rubbed it over my nipples and tummy with my index fingers, taking off my stockings and T-shirt at the same time. Having carefully folded my clothes into a pile, I prepared for an unpleasant conversation, simultaneously listening to the melodic chime of donations from the laptop.
Dad's dick was still erect. He watched with a smile as I exposed myself and, when I was left in just my panties, he shook his head in admiration. I spun around, letting daddy enjoy my ass, my tits, which were still glistening from my father's sperm, and my long slender legs. But my father turned his gaze to Dasha, invitingly pointing to his penis and the blowjob mat by the table, on which the dents from my knees were still visible. Dashulya, as often happens with us, decided to play hard to get - both on camera for the Japanese and for her own pleasure.
- Here's another! Dad, get dressed, Alice is here! - Dasha folded her arms over her chest and, pursing her lips, looked at her dad.
"But she just..." Dad knew the rules of the game very well, and acted as if he had no idea what was happening. I walked over to the table and took a sip of my dad's soda.
"You took advantage of her naivety!" The poor child became a victim of your perverted fantasy! - I, in confirmation of Dasha's words, shrank and covered my breasts with my palms, as if I had just realized what had happened.
